-[boy grunts] -[phone dings]
Hold all my calls.
-[giggling] -[lullaby plays]
♪ Boss Baby ♪
♪ I'm the Boss, Boss Baby, boss, boss Boss Baby, boss, boss ♪
♪ Watch a itty-bitty kid get large ♪
♪ I'm the big Boss Baby in charge ♪
♪ Stroller rolling Up and down the boulevard ♪
♪ I'm the big Boss Baby in charge ♪
♪ I run this house, I rule this crib ♪
♪ Change my diaper, son Where's my bib? ♪
♪ Don't pacify You just got to pay me ♪
-♪ Who's in charge? ♪ -♪ Me, the Boss Baby ♪
I suppose I thrive in a world of predictability, you know?
With this playgroup, it-it's fun.
They're good kids, but everything's chaos.
It throws me off my game.
Up is white, black is down, one plus one equals Saginaw, Michigan.
[Tim] Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
I know how to lead, but do I know how to lead them?
And if I did, wouldn't I be back at Baby Corp by now?
Mm-hmm.
-Are you even paying attention? -Mm-hmm.
I'm going through an existential crisis, Templeton!
-Do you know what that means? -Mm-hmm.
-Poop. -[laughs] Poop.
[sighs] What are you so focused on
that you can't help me ponder my place on this planet?
-Blueprints for an invention? -Hey, I'm not done!
-Ah! -A flying bed! Nacho toothpaste!
No, it's something dumb for school. Aah!
-No! When it's done, I'll show you, okay? -Not okay!
-Baby wanna know now! -S-Stop it!
I can't. I haven't developed coping strategies for my impulsivity!
-It's not ready! -Give me!
[both shouting, grunting]
-What do we have here? -I said it's not done. Give it!
-Ah, the solar system. -Hey!
Very impressive-- the scale, the color coordination,
the... [gasps] organization!
Are you about to cry over the solar system?
-[gasps] -You heliocentric genius!
You just solved my existential crisis!
-Mwah! -Ew!
Solved your what-- Hey, what the heck are you doing?
That's a school project! It's due tomorrow!
It's not me, it's them.
They need a leadership model even babies can understand,
like this crude depiction of the solar system.
Structure, workflow, chain of command.
Bright colors for baby attention grabbing. We need...
An org chart...
aka organizational chart, aka the Cleopatra of task allocation.
[purrs]
Let's spin this up and take a ride! Whoo!
As I will continue to handle the lion's share of strategic planning,
I have assumed the role of leader/president/CEO,
backslash president is fine for now.
-Agreed? -[babbling]
Great! Working our way down.
Jarreau, good looks, charisma.
You're on public relations.
Mega Fat, you cover HR and wellness.
-Dakota will run acquisitions. -Mine!
Quiet Psycho will be in-house legal rep.
I want that face staring across the table in every deposition.
-Shover handles security. -[yelps]
Sticky Fingers, office supplies.
[coos]
Finally, we have Scooter Buskie. This was tough.
How do you categorize someone whose very essence is his indefinability?
Short answer: you don't.
You let them be... miscellaneous! Questions?
[babbling]
Uh, the-- the org chart doesn't come in pink.
[babbling]
-Because I didn't make it in pink! -Let HR handle this.
All in favor of making the org chart pink?
-[babies squeal] -It's never going to be pink!
[inhales] What's most important is that I am in charge
because I am at the top of the org chart, so whatever it takes to make that sink in.
-[door slides open] -[gasps]
[Marsha] Everybody, look at me!
Breaking news: the perks of being in a playgroup
with yours truly just got perkier.
You're finally going to confess that all TV weather reports are made up?
I just-- Eh, what?
My father taught me "Never trust anything you can't touch."
Well, he sounds fun.
No, ma'am. Fun is another thing you cannot touch.
Well, tell him to touch this!
I just got off the phone with my friends at Bubbeezee,
and guess who they want to photograph for their product catalog.
-Our babies! -[excited chatter]
Product catalog photo shoot?
It's like I come up with this org chart, and everything falls into place!
Just picture it: a widely circulated mailer
filled with all these adorable mugs.
Oh! It's a baby love jack pot!
My ticket back to the big leagues!
And if we get the cover? Oh!
-Oh, man! Would you take a look at that? -Look at that cute baby!
-[applause] -World's cutest? Oh, I don't know, Jack.
All babies are cute. I just happen to be on a catalog cover.
-What's your secret? -Two words.
[coos]
[audience] Aw!
[Mega Fat] Hello? Uh, Boss Baby?
Will you please tell me what would happen if we get the cover?
You'll see.
Oh, they'll all see.
The mission is simple.
Adorable the baby snot out of this photo shoot.
You might not know this, but, uh, heh, I actually got my start
in posters and greeting cards at Baby Corp.
I knew that!
I know exactly what these marketing hyenas expect,
so follow my lead and let the org chart guide us to baby love glory!
Hyah!
People, pupils up, retinas down, eyes forward.
I am...
Travis Le Duque.
[groans]
Looks like we're dealing with an "artist."
I really love what you do.
-Your favorite work of mine, go. -[Mrs. Buskie] Oh!
[stammering] Well, I was talking about photography in general.
Have you done something I might have seen?
Well, that depends.
Do you ever use coupons?
Twenty-five cents off pudding mix.
Buy one, get one at Fatso Phantom's Ghostburger To Go.
Anybody here remember Mulch International's
autumn envelope stuffer with the cheetahs?
Oh, yes! I shot that, too.
-[all gasping] -Such a savings!
I take it back.
He sold his artist's soul for crass commerce, and I dig that!
What are we waiting for?
My camera is flypaper upon which we will trap this infestation of cute!
[dramatic breath, snaps fingers]
[gasping]
[babies cooing]
I prefer my grown-ups no-nonsense,
but this Travis is all-nonsense, and I fully approve.
Remember the org chart.
Keep the runway clear and I'll take the lead.
[camera shutter clicking]
[coos]
[giggling, babbling]
Yes, I love it. I hate it! I wanna marry it and never see it again.
[whispers indistinctly]
Well, you certainly have the spark, but do you have the fire?
-[giggling] -Yes? Now give me more and less.
[cooing]
[Travis] Look at the camera. Don't look!
Look at me, but also away! What are you looking at?
Use your body to define the word "definition."
[grunting]
[camera shutter clicks]
[sighs] I am bored of being bored by you.
-[grunts] -[coos]
[gasps]
-[laughing] -[lens whirs]
You!
You are the personification of perfection!
What? Buskie?
He is the personification of lawless bedlam!
[Scooter cooing]
[Travis] I don't deserve your greatness.
You are my new cheetah.
Oh! So jealous Scooter gets to hang with Trav.
Oh, I see you are jealous, too!
-[starts] -Or-- Or maybe it's envy.
-Wait-- Yeah, I-- -I always confuse those.
Can you please define the word "envy" with your body?
Aah! [groans]
[Mrs. Buskie] Oh!
My little Scooter's a star! [laughing]
That came straight from my friends at Bubbeezee.
Now, it's just a mockup, but the catalog prints tomorrow,
and that is your cover.
[squeals] I feel like celebrating!
-I'm gonna make fudge! -[excited chatter]
-Now it's a party! -Mama does love the fudge.
Hooraysies! Mission accomplished, right?
Now will you tell me what will happen with baby love
since we got the cover, Boss Baby?
[sighs] Let the initial shock pass.
Focus.
Pros and cons of the world's worst baby on the cover of a major--
-[clanging] -[grunting]
Not now, Buskie, please.
[sighs] Pros: we did get a baby on the cover.
Should be good for baby love.
-Cons-- Scooter, please! I am-- -[clanging, grunting]
[babbling, giggling]
May I ask you a tiny HR something-something?
Now that Scooter Buskie is so popular,
do we move him up only a few spots on the org chart
or all the way to head honcho?
We move nothing!
So what if Scooter got the cover page?
I'm still this team's leader.
I think maybe the playgroup begs, perhaps, to differ.
-[babies giggling] -[Boss gasps]
[giggling]
Ha, aren't rocks fun?
Listen, Scoot-Scoot. Can I call you Scoot-Scoot?
I'm concerned this cover photo is creating some leadership confusion.
Now, I'm sure you don't want a bunch of babies copycatting you
just as much as I don't want to waste
all the effort I've put into training this new field team,
so let's remind the babies I'm still top of the org chart, m-kay?
[giggles, grunts]
What do you mean "it's funny"?
-This is not funny! -[grunting]
[babies grunting]
Scooter Buskie, leader of babies?
We're off the edge of the map now.
[babbling, giggling]
[parents gasp]
[slurping]
-[burps, giggling] -[gasps]
-[man] Jarreau, no! -[woman] Watch out!
[all shouting]
[giggling, grunting]
-[banging] -[growls]
Dang babies!
-Can't a man read a paper? -[woman 2] Knock it off!
[woman 3] What is wrong with these babies?
You still haven't told me what happens when we have a baby on the catalog cover.
Is the plan that everybody hates babies and Baby Corp hates you?
Because if so, as your HR rep and spirit guide to better living,
great job!
Catalog hasn't printed yet!
We can stop the spread of toxic Buskie-ism
while it's still flying under Baby Corp's radar.
-[all screaming] -What the heck just flew into our radar?
Oh, man! It's the doomsday scenario!
We got a small army of Scooter Buskies.
-Did we ever come up with a plan for that? -Sort of.
But I don't think it got any farther than... [screaming]
-We're all going to die! -[screams]
I'm in denial!
♪ Doopy, dooty, doopity-doo ♪
♪ Dooty, dooty, doopity-dah ♪
Even if we had a plan, we'd need a CEO to sign off on it.
Man, I hope we get a smart one this time.
Hey, guys. Buddy from HR.
How's everybody doing? Tell me later, m-kay?
Because right now, I want you to welcome our new CEO...
Board Baby Emiliano...
The chair of the board is our CEO?
-Only the smartest of the smart! -A savior sent from Mount Olympus!
...'s twin brother, Hermano Menor CEO Baby.
-[chiming] -[screaming]
It's making alarm flashes! Is there a fire?
-Is a baby on fire? Are we on fire? -Aw!
[both groan]
When my brother called and said, "Hey, wanna be CEO?"
Maybe he felt sorry for me. I don't know.
I thought it would be a breeze, but this looks really, really hard!
[panting] What do I do?
Chuh!
Give orders?
Anybody, get me a glass of water!
[groans]
Jimbo and me are what's left of the field team, sir.
Permission to deal with this?
Yes! Oh, oh, yes!
[chuckles] Thank you!
Was that the right thing to say?
[muffled screaming]
Scooter Buskie's ruined everything!
Are you even listening?
I have to get the playgroup back. I need your help!
Help yourself.
You pledge the allegiance with that mouth?
You cut up my solar system project to make your dumb orb chart!
Org chart.
Orb, orb, orb, orb, orb, orb.
Huh, touché.
I had to start over!
And all I had time to make was the sun and Earth
and a new huge-normous ball I invented called "Planet The Rest of the Planets."
It got an F.
So now I have to do it over again!
A do-over... that's it!
[growls] Did I accidentally help you when I'm mad at you?
This cover photo's the reason I'm in this Scooter Buskie nightmare.
But if I get Bubbeezee to redo the shoot with the right cover baby,
I go back to being in charge,
ending the reign of Scooter and restoring baby love!
What makes you think a do-over would be any different?
Because this time, I'll be trained by Lil' Dumpling Baby Pageant veteran
Tim Templeton.
[growls] You know my secret weakness is giving pageant tips!
Fine.
But you gotta help me with the solar system do-over.
-Deal! -[whooshes]
Yo, Boss, you got a serious problem with--
I know, I know. Scooter Buskie is leading a cult of disaster babies.
My bad. I have a plan and you're recruited.
Congratulations. Thank you for your service.
[gasps]
-Cool. -Hold on.
Even if you're able to master a pinky's worth of my pageant skills,
why would Bubbeezee agree to a reshoot?
They have their cover.
Have you seen the look Scooter's giving?
You know that in Brazil, that one-toothed smile
means a very offensive no-no word.
-Which one? -[whispers indistinctly]
[yelps, grunts]
Easy, big guy.
That smile doesn't really mean anything, here or in Brazil.
It's cheap, phony gossip I made up.
But if we get enough people to believe it's true...
Bubbeezee will have to redo the shoot!
Let's spread nasty rumors and take modeling photos. Yay!
♪ We can't stop, we won't stop ♪
♪ Till we get to the top ♪
♪ So we climb and crawl, then we do it ♪
♪ We get to the top ♪
♪ We're at the top ♪
♪ But then it feels like Maybe there's more to go ♪
♪ Like there's a top on top of this top ♪
♪ So we try to climb and we try to crawl ♪
♪ But there's nowhere left to go ♪
♪ So maybe we're at the top ♪
♪ And that feeling before When we thought there was more ♪
♪ Was something else Like hunger or thirst ♪
♪ Which makes sense Because we use a lot... ♪
♪ Of energy ♪ [echoes]
♪ To get to the top ♪
Why do I feel like we're completely ignoring my solar system?
Not gonna lie. Completely forgot about that.
All hands on deck!
-The universe is cool! -The universe is big!
The universe makes me question my own existence.
And I have an answer! My existence is fun!
♪ Doopy, dooty, doopity-doo ♪
♪ Dooty, dooty, doopity-dah ♪
Project's ready.
So's this project.
[babies cheering]
Scooter Buskie does not speak for this town!
I do! And I love Brazil.
And I love the large number of voters in this town with Brazilian heritage.
-Now, who wants homemade coxinhas? -[babbling]
[giggling]
-Aah! -Oh!
Bubbeezee called.
They want a reshoot.
Yes!
Oh, Mr. Le Duque, I'm mortified!
He must have learned that smile from inappropriate television shows.
Apologies are like pygmy marmosets.
Are-- Are you just not going to explain what that--
Please enjoy snacks, go away, I'm making corporate art.
-What? -Is it all you can eat?
-O-Okay, yeah. -Oh!
Your face is a beautiful weapon.
I was wrong to ever unsheathe it.
Get out of my spotlight, exquisite monster.
What's that?
Time for an upper management paradigm shift?
Don't mind if I do.
[Boss yelps]
Huh? Oh!
Again?
Uh, should I be updating this org chart in real time
now that Shover's leading?
Shover is not leading the--
-Oh! -[thuds]
[Travis] Yes, talk to the camera, silently, with words.
[babies giggling, babbling]
Yes! Nature versus nurture!
Dance like nobody is dancing!
-Ugh! -Ugh!
[babies babbling]
Hey, remind me if I ever want to have a baby, to not.
Let's go shopping for wicker furniture instead.
-[chiming] -[screaming]
Oh, I'm sorry!
I'm busting my butt, but I have no idea if I'm busting it the right way!
What is happening down there, BB?
How is Scooter Buskie still running that playgroup?
-[giggles, grunts] -Aah! Ow!
He isn't! But his replacement is no improvement.
-[gasps] Oh, my goodness! -Whoa!
My baby!
Back off and keep snacking.
Time is art, and art is money, and money is how I afford my custody lawyer.
Maxine is not getting those cheetahs.
You gotta hurry, man!
Things are getting bad around here.
Sir, it's not the computer that's broken.
-Drop the screwdriver! -[screams]
Jimbo, fire extinguisher!
-I love it! I'm over it. -[babies grunting]
Here we go.
Oy vey.
Snacks. Snack-snacks. Snack-snack-snacks.
-Well, then... -Okay, well...
-...guess I'll go back to the snack table. -...I could go for a muffin.
[Dakota] Mine!
Was I swapping out lenses? Weird!
Art is such a beguiling mystery.
Hee! [squeals]
[babies laughing]
-Oh, no. Aah! -[Dakota] Mine!
[coos]
[coos, laughs]
No, no, no, no, no!
Grand larceny is terrible for baby love!
Dakota is not in charge, I am.
Go time!
-[squeals] -[Travis] Stop time!
I love you, you're over.
You are a present. Unwrap yourself.
-Don't lose your receipt! -Wait.
You are it, and by "it," I mean bad at it.
Too much! Too little!
Pass a geometry test using only your eyes.
Think of the capital of New Mexico and move it to another state!
I'm hungry, you're thirsty, live!
-Find your truth and lie to it. -[muttering]
Ah!
Imagine a pool, make it smaller, take out the water.
-You have a bowl! -[sighs] Oh!
[Travis] Babies, take five.
-Emotionally, take ten. -[snoring]
[Mega Fat murmuring]
Look at us, desperately trying to impress this coupon peddler.
For what? A chance to feel important?
-To feel in charge? Well, guess what. -[camera shutter clicks]
It doesn't matter how many doe-eyed poses you strike...
or how many Bubbeezee products you cuddle with...
or how many cover pages you get.
In the end, we're nothing more than props,
shiny shills for the real person in charge,
the one who's always been on top.
[snores] Snacks!
Travis Le Duque.
Uh...
Wait, are we taking down Trav? Cool Trav, for realsies?
As long we let Travis call the shots, we'll never be in charge.
And worse, we'll never be a team.
[grunts]
-Buskie? -[Scooter shrieks]
We don't need a leader. We need to stick together.
So, who feels like impressing me by disappointing me
with how impressive they are?
Very cute...
but this is a catalog shoot, not a prom photo.
[Travis grunting]
[grunting]
This is not my vision!
[Travis grunting]
-[grunting continues] -[babbles, shrieks]
-Aah! -[Scooter babbles, giggles]
Are we in this together or what?
[screaming]
-Well, I guess that's art. -He sort of had it coming.
-Ah, no-- [grunting] -[camera shutter clicks]
[Mrs. Buskie] Tim, this is amazing!
Finally, a solar system I can believe in!
And you did this all by yourself?
-No "comet." -[parents laugh]
Oh, who cares about the catalog?
We'll find some other way to boost baby love.
The important thing is we're a team again.
Go, enjoy the day.
Take all the naps and fill all the diapers.
Tomorrow, we get back to work.
[slurping]
-[babbling] -Yeah, Boss, what is the plan?
"Boss"?
Well, if you need a plan, plan on having no idea
what's gonna happen tomorrow, and plan on winning.
[baby monitor ringing, buzzing]
[ringing, buzzing continue]
You did it, Boss!
[chiming]
[Hermano] My brother just called! He said I did okay!
And I said, "Does this mean we could have Thanksgiving at my place?"
And you know what he said?
Nothing, but that wasn't a no!
Baby love's back to normal, huh?
Higher than normal, actually,
thanks to that brilliant catalog cover you orchestrated.
-What cover? -[Marsha] We did it!
We did it, people! Holy guacamole, we did it!
Ha ha! Look at that, advertising in the flesh.
[parents exclaiming]
-[Mayor] Oh, look at that, look at that! -[Boss] They doctored the photo.
[Mega Fat] So, what do you think?
I think they're a bunch of sneaky marketing wizards
over at Bubbeezee,
and I'd like find who's at the top of their org chart and shake their hand.
[theme music playing]
♪ Boss Baby ♪